I watched him Rock his body back and Forth. Thinking of how he could Easily destroy me. Thinking of the Tender kisses and the Heated fingertips on my skin. He closed his eyes, Listening to the music he loved, Thinking of nothing but The beautiful sound. But he turned his head, Looked at me, Put out his hands and Pulled me gently towards him to Share his love.
I was in his arms and I felt like the world was finally Okay. I didn't feel the need to Want my bestfriend nor My teacher, My handsome mentor. I didn't feel the need to Stop breathing. Instead you gave me breath.
I want him to take off his shirt again and instead of just me having it for the night cause I was cold, we could share it. *sigh* I'm not sure who or what I want anymore.